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March 18, 2011

Checking in

We dropped by the daddy's office the other day to say hi. While we were there, Sadie saw a painting on Kamron's desk that had her hand prints on it from when she was about 2 years old. She looked at it lovingly and with all the nostalgia a seven year old can muster, she said, "This just reminds me of my childhood." *sigh* Seven is evidently the new 14. Here she is poised to take over daddy's business.

It was clown day at Noah's school. He was convinced that he was going to get to fly across the gym on a trapeze. He settled for throwing some bean bags through a hoop and walking on a balance beam tightrope.

This little man is still entertaining the world and doing a darn good job of it.

I got a haircut. My stylist showed me how to style my hair in those loose wavy curls that look so effortless on all the covers of the magazines. Yeah- I'm way too innept with my flatiron to figure this one out. It still blows my mind that you make curls with a flat iron. Whatev.

I bought an actual nighty to take to Hawaii (in 2 days!!!!). I'm trying to decide what possessed me to do it, being as how my husband has seen me sleeping in whatever ratty t-shirt happens to be clean for years. I have visions of eating breakfast on the balcony and I don't want to be doing it in a ripped up tee. I'm giving myself an A for effort. And if any of you make a comment that I am coming home from our vacation preggers, I will have a conniption. Now excuse me while I go knock on some wood. I'd put up a picture of it, but my father reads this blog and well- that would just embarrass the crud out of me.

One thing that does not embarrass me... (shamelessness is about to follow!) is the following tweet I got from the one and only Lisa Ling (journalist extraordinaire) in response to yesterday's post.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't skip around the house like a nut and whoop at the top of my lungs when I saw it. Lisa Ling read my blog, y'all! Holy rusted metal, Batman. I mean seriously- I am now only one degree of separation from Oprah. And if I ever got on Oprah! Oh my word. I'd talk about Congo and the world orphan crisis until they drop kicked me off the stage. My heart is beating out of my chest just thinking about it.

Too much excitement for this Kentucky girl. Hope your Friday is as happy as mine!

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